Every picture tells a story

Merely passing by, I spotted these guys selling fish in Eastwood street market today - a raw day with a cold wind and heavy rain, like so many others in January just past.
They spotted me (I was in a car with the window down) from a hundred yards away, and appeared a tad suspicious or possibly more than a little hostile to having their picture taken. I was just trying to convey how tough it must be to be selling fish on a miserable day with few customers on the street. Perhaps they thought I was a spy from Social Security or the Inland Revenue?
It is true that every picture tells a story!